Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.